"And ninety year between them!" James reflected.
"Then Mr. Bratt called every week. He was a widower, with no children."
"It couldn"t ha" been better," said James.
"Oh yes, it could," said Helen. "Because I had the greatest difficulty in marrying them; in fact, at one time I thought I should never do it.
I"m always in the right, and mother"s always in the wrong. She"s admitted that for years. She"s had to admit it. Yet she _would_ go her own way. Nothing would ever cure mother."
"She used to talk just like that of your grandfather," said James.
"Susan always reckoned as she"d got more than her fair share of sense."
"I don"t think she thinks that now," said Helen, calmly, as if to say: "At any rate I"ve cured her of _that_." Then she went on: "You see, Mr.
Bratt had sold his farm--couldn"t make it pay--and he was going out to Manitoba. He said he would stop in England. Mother said she wouldn"t let him stop in England where he couldn"t make a farm pay. She was quite right there," Helen admitted, with careful justice. "But then she said she wouldn"t marry him and go out to Manitoba, because of leaving me alone here to look after myself! Can you imagine such a reason?"
James merely raised his head quickly several times. The gesture meant whatever Helen preferred that it should mean.
"The idea!" she continued. "As if I hadn"t looked after mother and kept her in order, and myself, too, for several years! No. She wouldn"t marry him and go out there! And she wouldn"t marry him and stay here! She actually began to talk all the usual conventional sort of stuff, you know--about how she had no right to marry again, and she didn"t believe in second marriages, and about her duty to me. And so on. You know. I reasoned with her--I explained to her that probably she had another thirty years to live. I told her she was quite young. She _is_. And why should she make herself permanently miserable, _and_ Mr. Bratt, _and_ me, merely out of a quite mistaken sense of duty? No use! I tried everything I could. No use!"
"She was too much for ye?"
"Oh, _no_!" said Helen, condescendingly. "I"d made up my _mind_. I arranged things with Mr. Bratt. He quite agreed with me. He took out a licence at the registrar"s, and one Sat.u.r.day morning--it had to be a Sat.u.r.day, because I"m busy all the other days--I went out with mother to buy the meat and things for Sunday"s dinner, and I got her into the registrar"s office--and, well, there she was! Now, what do you think?"
"What?"
"Her last excuse was that she couldn"t be married because she was wearing her third-best hat. Don"t you think it"s awfully funny?"
"That"s as may be," said James. "When was all this?"
"Just recently," Helen answered. "They sailed from Glasgow last Thursday but two. And I"m expecting a letter by every post to say that they"ve arrived safely."
"And Susan"s left you to take care of yourself!"
"Now, please don"t begin talking like mother," Helen said, frigidly.
"I"ve certainly got less to take care of now than I had. Mother quite saw that. But what difficulty I had in getting her off, even after I"d safely married her! I had to promise that if I felt lonely I"d go and join them. But I shan"t."
"You won"t?"
"No. I don"t see myself on a farm in Manitoba. Do you?"
"I don"t know as I do," said James, examining her appearance, with a constant increase of his pride in it. "So ye saw "em off at Glasgow. I reckon she made a great fuss?"
"Fuss?"
"Cried."
"Oh yes, of course."
"Did you cry, miss?"
"Of course I cried," said Helen, pa.s.sionately, sitting up straight. "Why do you ask such questions?"
"And us"ll never see Susan again?"
"Of course I shall go over and _see_ them," said Helen. "I only meant that I shouldn"t go to stop. I daresay I shall go next year, in the holidays."
CHAPTER IV
INVITATION TO TEA
They were most foolishly happy as they sat there on the bench, this man whose dim eyes ought to have been waiting placidly for the ship of death to appear above the horizon, and this young girl who imagined that she knew all about life and the world. When I say that they were foolishly happy, I of course mean that they were most wisely happy. Each of them, being gifted with common sense, and with a certain imperviousness to sentimentality which invariably accompanies common sense, they did not mar the present by regretting the tragic stupidity of a long estrangement; they did not mourn over wasted years that could not be recalled. It must be admitted, in favour of the Five Towns, that when its inhabitants spill milk they do not usually sit down on the pavement and adulterate the milk with their tears. They pa.s.s on. Such pa.s.sing on is termed callous and cold-hearted in the rest of England, which loves to sit down on pavements and weep into irretrievable milk.
Nor did Helen and her great-stepuncle mar the present by worrying about the future; it never occurred to them to be disturbed by the possibility that milk not already spilt might yet be spilt.
Helen had been momentarily saddened by private reflections upon what James Ollerenshaw had missed in his career; and James had been saddened, somewhat less, by reminiscences which had sprung out of Helen"s laugh.
But their melancholies had rapidly evaporated in the warmth of the unexpected encounter. They liked one another. She liked him because he was old and dry; and because he had a short laugh, and a cynical and even wicked gleam of the eye that pleased her; and because there was an occasional tone in his voice that struck her as deliciously masculine, ancient, and indulgent; and because he had spoken to her first; and because his gaze wandered with an admiring interest over her dress and up into the dome of her sunshade; and because he put his chin in his palm and leant his head towards her; and because the skin of his hand was so crinkled and glossy. And he liked her because she was so exquisitely fresh and candid, so elegant, so violent and complete a contrast to James Ollerenshaw; so absurdly sagacious and sure of herself, and perhaps because of a curve in her cheek, and a mysterious suggestion of eternal enigma in her large and liquid eye. When she looked right away from him, as she sometimes did in the conversation, the outline of her soft cheek, which drew in at the eye and swelled out again to the temple, resembled a map of the coast of some smooth, romantic country not mentioned in geographies. When she looked _at_ him--well, the effect on him astonished him; but it enchanted him. He was discovering for the first time the soul of a girl. If he was a little taken aback he is to be excused. Younger men than he have been taken aback by that discovery. But James Ollerenshaw did not behave as a younger man would have behaved. He was more like some one who, having heard tell of the rose for sixty years, and having paid no attention to rumour, suddenly sees a rose in early bloom. At his age one knows how to treat a flower; one knows what flowers are for.
It was no doubt this knowledge of what flowers are for that almost led to the spilling of milk at the very moment when milk-spilling seemed in a high degree improbable.
The conversation had left Susan and her caprices, and had reached Helen and her solid wisdom.
"But you haven"t told me what you"re doing i" Bosley," said the old man.
"I"ve told you I"m living here," said Helen. "I"ve now been living here for one week and one day. I"m teaching at the Park Road Board School. I got transferred from Longshaw. I never liked Longshaw, and I always like a change."
"Yes," said Ollerenshaw, judiciously, "of the two I reckon as Bosley is the frying-pan. So you"re teaching up yonder?" He jerked his elbow in the direction of the s.p.a.cious and imposing terra-cotta Board School, whose front looked on the eastern gates of the park. "What dost teach?"
"Oh, everything," Helen replied.
"You must be very useful to "em," said James. "What do they pay you for teaching everything?"
"Seventy-two pounds," said Helen.
"A month? It "ud be cheap at a hundred, la.s.s; unless there"s a whole crowd on ye as can teach everything. Can you sew?"
"Sew!" she exclaimed. "I"ve given lessons in sewing for years. _And_ cookery. _And_ mathematics. I used to give evening lessons in mathematics at Longshaw secondary school."
Great-stepuncle James gazed at her. It was useless for him to try to pretend to himself that he was not, secretly, struck all of a heap by the wonders of the living organism in front of him. He was. And this shows, though he was a wise man and an experienced, how ignorant he was of the world. But I do not think he was more ignorant of the world than most wise and experienced men are. He conceived Helen Rathbone as an extraordinary, an amazing creature. Nothing of the kind. There are simply thousands of agreeable and good girls who can accomplish herring-bone, omelettes, and simultaneous equations in a breath, as it were. They are all over the kingdom, and may be seen in the streets and lanes thereof about half-past eight in the morning and again about five o"clock in the evening. But the fact is not generally known. Only the stern and _blase_ members of School Boards or Education Committees know it. And they are so used to marvels that they make nothing of them.
However, James Ollerenshaw had no intention of striking his flag.
"Mathematics!" he murmured. "I lay you can"t tell me the interest on eighty-nine pounds for six months at four and a half per cent."
Consols happened to be at eighty-nine that day.
Her lips curled. "I"m really quite surprised you should encourage me to gamble," said she. "But I"ll bet you a shilling I can. And I"ll bet you one shilling against half-a-crown that I do it in my head, if you like.